Sephiroth: So you must be the Secret Ingredient... *appears from the shadows*
Poison: WHO THE **** ARE YOUUU!?
Sephiroth: The name's Sephiroth.
Poison: SEPHIROTH!? SON OF JENOVA, THE LEGENDARY CALAMITY?!?!
Sephiroth: Indeed. But you may call me Sephiroth. General of SOLDIER. 1st Class. Here to kill you. Has a nice ring to it, wouldn't you say? (or, alternatively) Indeed. But you may call me Sephiroth. God of the Planet by Birthright. And it will be my pleasure to take everything from you.
Poison: KILL ME!? I'M TWELVE HUNDRED YEARS OOOOOLLLD!!!
Sephiroth: Hmph, you don't look a day older than the Cetra.